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1:45am. August 8, 2018. I laid curled up on my bed bawling my eyes out. "Pure Imagination" was playing on repeat and when you think about it, it's got an eeriness to it. I don't know what happened but I suddenly found myself walking across my room and removing the scissors from the top drawer of my desk. I sat on the edge of my bed staring at them, contemplating whether or not I should follow through with my thoughts. I know it'd be no help but I could only fight off the thoughts for so long. This was the closest I had ever come to actually doing it, although I've thought about many times before. I run one of the blades across my thigh, lightly, just barely grazing the skin. My skin throbbed underneath the cold metal. It was as if my body was begging to be cut. I didn't do it though. Not this time.


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